Beneath The Ruins of an Autumn Twilight

Oh! Please carry me away,
Down the swan road
Lying hidden in the sea.
Carry me away from home,
For this place I’ve held so dear
Grows foreign to my eyes.

And now, I see the autumn twilight
Bound in an opaque noose,
Oh! Please comfort me,
Cradle me in thy wings of lily-white
And recite to me, a poem,
Penned by a poet with no name

Autumn night embrace my heart
Revive it from this shade of gray,
Entreat these words to free their poet,
This poet with no name,
A knavish one with a vulgar hand,
The hand that holds the pen

My candles nearly burn away,
I watch the flicker-dance,
A dance that heeds not the flow of time,
Nor the behesting voice of death.
Mockingly, it stands, then bows,
Never seeing the ebb of life so near

Under thy wings of lily-white
The opaque petals fall on me,
My cry is drowned in a silent tear
That falls as I’m carried away,
Down the winding swan road
Hidden beneath the sea